"Net.famous, maybe. A little." He felt his cheeks burning. "Well, there will be one in your neck of the woods soon enough." He told her about the Burning Man collective and the plan to build one down the 101, south of San Francisco International. Kettlebelly returned then with the kids, and he managed to get them into their seats while sucking back a coffee and eating a biscuit from the basket in the center of the table, breaking off bits to shove in the kids' mouths whenever they protested. "These are some way tired kids," he said, leaning over to give his wife a kiss. Perry thought he saw Suzanne flick a look at them then, but it might have been his imagination. Suzanne and Lester were off in their own world, after all. "The plane almost crashed," said the little girl next to Perry. She had a halo of curly hair like a dandelion clock and big solemn dark eyes and a big wet mouth set between apple-round cheeks. "Did it really?" Perry said. She was seven or eight he thought, the bossy big sister who'd been giving orders to her little brother from the moment they came through the door. She nodded solemnly. He looked at Eva, who shrugged. "Really?" he said. "Really," she said, nodding vigorously now. "There were terrists on the plane who wanted to blow it up, but the sky marshas stopped them." "How could you tell they were 'terrists'?" She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "They were *whispering*," she said. "Just like on *Captain President and the Freedom Fighters*." He knew something of this cartoon, mostly because of all the knock-off merch for sale in the market stalls in front of the ride. "I see," he said. "Well, I'm glad the Sky Marshas stopped them. Do you want pancakes?" "I want caramel apple chocolate pancakes with blueberry banana sauce," she said, rolling one pudgy finger along the description in the glossy menu, beneath an oozing food-porn photo. "And my brother wants a chocolate milkshake and a short stack of happy face clown waffles with strawberry sauce, but not too many because he's still a baby and can't eat much." "You'll become as fat as your daddy if you eat like that," Perry said. Eva snorted beside him. "No," she said. "I'm gonna be a fatkins." "I see," he said. Eva shook her head. "It's the goddamned fatkins agitprop games," Eva said. "They come free with everything now -- digital cameras, phones, even in cereal boxes. You have to eat a minimum number of calories per level or you starve to death. This one is a champeen." "I'm nationally ranked," the little girl said, not looking up from the menu. Perry looked across the table and discovered that Suzanne had covered Lester's hand with hers and that Lester was laughing along with her at something funny. Something about that made him a little freaked out, like Lester was making time with his sister or their mom. "Suzanne," he said. "What's happening with you these days, anyway?"